Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

This still surprised Bei Weiwei quite a bit.

"I never knew you went fishing."

“That’s right, Mr. Zhen, if you catch a couple soon, I can make some grilled fish,” Zhao Erxi said.

"Then let's have grilled fish for dinner," Zhen Shaoxiang said with a smile.

"Why have I never seen you go fishing before?" Bei Weiwei asked.

"I like to do everything in moderation. I don't like the feeling of being so obsessed with one thing that it interferes with other things," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"You're really quite rational," Bei Weiwei said.

"Fortunately."

"Mr. Zhen, I see you have a tent in your car. Why don't we just go camping?" Xiaoling suggested.

"..."

That's a good idea.

"Let's forget it. You four girls can sleep in one tent, but I have to sleep alone. I don't feel safe at all," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Hahaha."

"Men also need a sense of security, right?"

"Then you can have Weiwei sleep with you."

161: Multiplied by three, Cheng Yushan

"Don't talk nonsense! He and I aren't boyfriend and girlfriend anymore," Bei Weiwei said, feeling both embarrassed and indignant.

"Really..."

"So when you go out to play, who do you meet?" Sisi asked.

"..."

Bei Weiwei blushed slightly.

The key issue is that they can't save face.

They've already broken up, but he's still sleeping with someone else.

These roommates are pretty close.

If she had encountered some scheming bitches or people who were jealous of Bei Weiwei, they would have already spread the word.

How can Bei Weiwei face the world then?

These external pressures will definitely make her never see Zhen Shaoxiang again.

and so.

In Bei Weiwei's opinion, they couldn't be so blatant.

Although, she also really wanted to experience being in the wild once.

After all, the car had already created some unforgettable and exciting memories.

...

bell.

Multiply by three: I recently joined a Class 11, and during the day all cell phones are put away in a designated place.

Multiply by three: Are you coming to the mountain city the day after tomorrow?

Zhen Shaoxiang: That's right.

That's right.

Multiplying by three gives Cheng Yushan, the young man from Minglong.

Cheng Yushan, who was determined to escape her current family.

Multiply by three: Okay, I understand, but I might not have time to pick you up. It would be best if you could come directly to my place.

Multiplying by three gives Zhen Shaoxiang a very unique feeling.

It's not that she's particularly good.

Simply put, it means "grounded" or "connected".

She is a girl from a very ordinary family.

For example, going to her house to see her always gave Zhen Shaoxiang the feeling of meeting her in person after chatting online in a past life.

There is no extravagance whatsoever.

Zhen Shaoxiang: Then send me your location.

Multiply by three: (positioning)

After opening and reading it.

The coordinates are near Minglong Experimental Middle School.

This school is actually located in a town that isn't particularly bustling.

Multiply by three: Are you here to work, or are you planning to open a branch office here?

Zhen Shaoxiang: Yes.

Multiply by three: Hehe, okay.

That girl is very shrewd.

In just a few words, she revealed her undisguised disbelief.

Zhen Shaoxiang didn't explain much.

There's no point in saying more about this.

Once you actually see it, you'll naturally know.

...

...

the other side.

Within the university.

With a sob in his voice, Zheng Hui found his childhood, which he had just stepped out of the classroom.

"Childhood, I heard that your father is an authority on liver tumors at the People's Hospital, right?"

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Tong Nian asked.

“My mother has liver problems. She had a check-up at the hospital in her hometown and they said she needs a liver transplant, so…” Zheng Hui said with a hint of anxiety.

“A liver transplant? This?” Tong Nian glanced at Sun Yaya beside her, then turned back. “This is extremely serious.”

"Yes, I don't know what to do."

"How about this, don't let Auntie come to our house for the check-up anymore. Come to Beijing instead and have her checked a few more times. What if it's not true? I'm sending a WeChat message to my dad now, but he might be in surgery and I don't know if he'll be able to see it."

"Thank you, Childhood." Zheng Hui was deeply grateful.

..attack.

...

My childhood home.

Tong's mother and her sister Shi Honglian (Li Lihao) were picking vegetables and chatting about everyday things.

"The main reason I came here this time is to tell you about my son."

"You mean your son?" Tong's mother asked, puzzled.

“Yes, didn’t we get together once during the Spring Festival? Well, it’s been almost two months since I went back, and they’ve been nagging me to come over,” Shi Honglian said.

"What do you mean?" Tong's mother was a little confused.

"It was my son who took a liking to your Niannian during the Chinese New Year," Shi Honglian finally said bluntly.

162: Mama's Boy

"You've taken a fancy to our Niannian? Oh, so you can explain it so clearly in one sentence?" said Tong's mother.

"Hehehe." Shi Honglian laughed awkwardly, "I just get nervous and lose sight of the main point."

"Oh dear, we've known each other for so many years, and you're getting all nervous with me?" said Tong's mother.

"There's nothing I can do. My son really likes Niannian, and he keeps urging me to get her back, so I've gotten nervous too," Shi Honglian said.

There was a pause.

She continued, "Look at my Li Hengquan, he's 25 this year, and he has a stable job at a big company, earning 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. I think he's a good match for Niannian, you see..."

“25? Our Niannian isn’t even 20 yet. Don’t be fooled by the fact that she’s already pursuing a master’s degree. Isn’t 557 a bit too hasty?” said Tong’s mother.

"Why the rush? Dating for two or three years is enough to get married, right? You're 20 years old now, if you're not dating, are you going to wait until you're old to start dating?" Shi Honglian continued to persuade her.

“I have no objection, but I’m afraid they’ll disagree every year. Besides, last time I even saw a boy driving her home,” said Tong’s mother.